My Other Significant and I both grew up in the country. In our youth and stupidity (I was working full time and attending school full time, we both worked downtown) we got a nice quiet little place in a remarkably quiet city neighborhood close to work, school, the racing scene (5 minute drive to the gasoline alley shop). Perfect, for us.
So about 10 years ago I stopped driving actively and became a shop dog. About 5 years ago it began to gnaw on me I was living in the city (when you aren't there alot you don't notice).
Regardless, the old grey hood she ain't what she used to be. Progress and Progressives are coming! Burn your homes and kill yourselves!
No, wait! What a puny plan! I have a better idea. It ain't the fight I'm afraid of. Motivation is the problem. Fight over this house and miserable acre of sheepledom?
So, we have begun looking really hard at a few places, 8-15 acres with decent homes are in range, close enough for her job. Now if we just could get the house, property and location to match.
5 acres, pond, very nice house. Right not 20 feet from St. Rd. 9. Looks like the Bill Shirk Bros from The Money Pit put their various piles in one spot or another. No telling what's in the lack (Yes, spelled that way on porpoise)(also, when I said that the Realtor spat and new that showing was over)
Nice 10 acres that is the perfect spot, perfect layout, perfect outbuildings, and the house is about half the size of a 1963 airstream trailer, the stone is falling off and The Shirk bros just did a half assed backside remodel complete with vinyl siding.
You know. If they would have just left the damn thing alone. Now it would be easier to just bulldoze the damn thing and start over.
YES I HAD MY HEART SET ON THAT ONE AND THEN I SAW WHAT THEY DID TO MY HOUSE!
Now that I have ranted I am still angry. ASDFG sheeple!